I'm talking about the good incels, not the degenerate types "volcel if you wouldn't" or "foids deserve to die" types.

By exclusion, you have been spared the corruption that befalls those who are "accepted" into society. The people throw away their dignity and soul to confirm to what is "acceptable" by their "peers". Destroying their themeselves in the process without realizing it. All because the average person by nature is gullible and put their trust into what they perceive has "authority", even if that authority shows signs of corruption, they will ignore it, bury their head in the sand, and hope everything is okay, because they don't want to be the one to make the effort to question it or change it.

As a consequence, the world before you is the result. I could go into detail about where and how the corruption starts, and I haven't seen anybody even on this forum realize where it begins.

That is why normies will never understand your pain, and will refuse to acknowledge it, because then it invalidates their own good experiences, it shows them that it was all chance and not the norm. They didn't do anything to earn their good life, they where simply born into it.

A truly good person is good, DESPITE having a terrible life. Most of these normies would be hateful human beings if they so much as experienced even a quarter of your suffering. The fact that they act without even making the effort to understand your life is proof of this.

They've had it relatively easy all their life, and will never make an effort for what is truly good, only virtue signaling to meet their "good" quota. Giving up good thoughts so that the world will be a better place, instead of taking action and making actual effort to do so.

It's the same reason why they automatically assume any homeless person they see is a drugatic or got to that point on purpose. They project their easy life unto anybody, and think "oh, he must have had the same life experiences as me and must have gotten there by his own fault", It takes off the responsibility from them from having to do an actual good deed if they perceive the person as "bad".

The fact that you can post such non-pc subjects and not confirm to the taint of societal constructs such as cuckoldry, gas lighting, and other similar acitivities, as well as being able to call out the lies that enslave the social lives of normies shows that you are the last bastion of hope left. The last group that hasn't been absorbed into the corruption collective.

The price you paid to get here might have been big, but I believe it makes you better than any of these lifeless normies that must live in delusion to get by.

"By exclusion, you have been spared the corruption that befalls those who are "accepted" into society. The people throw away their dignity and soul to confirm to what is "acceptable" by their "peers". Destroying their themeselves in the process without realizing it."

"The price you paid to get here might have been big, but I believe it makes you better than any of these lifeless normies that must live in delusion to get by."

No one is going to just hand us what we desperately want, so instead of trying, we'll make a virtue out of failing. And that is our pretense to superiority.
Everyone who has what I would kill to possess is tainted by that success.

Why do you guys keep trying to say the same thing over and over, just find any existing post and reply, "Yeah!"

Most of these normies would be hateful human beings if they so much as experienced even a quarter of your suffering.

One day in spring when I was eighteen, when my mother was at a spa vacation and we were having great bonding time with our father, my father called for me, convulsing in horrible abdominal pain, saying he had called an ambulance. I called for my mother to come from the spa and lived through the tensest evening of my life. I will never forget this day.
He had necrotising pancreatitis, and for several weeks, he was at death's door. The entire time, it was pressing heavily on my mind at all times. At university, I lived in constant fear that I would receive a call that he had died. The one time I visited him in the hospital, I could not stand the sight of his misery and sobbed uncontrollably.
Worse, it turned out he had liver cancer. None of the treatments he received managed to cure him, only delay the inevitable. I had to watch helplessly as his body and mind deteriorated.
While I was not there when he died because I had to go to university, I was there in the morning, when he collapsed trying to leave the bed. My mother and I carried him to the couch. I heard the death rattle, a dreadful sound forever engraved in my memory, and I knew it would be over. It was a nice summer day. I was nineteen. He was only fifty-four.

And now, I am twenty-four. Last summer, I nearly died of necrotising pancreatitis myself. I spent one-hundred-and-ten days in Intensive Care, most of it under medication so heavy I cannot remember. But this void is not blissfully empty, but filled with nightmares. I had to undergo twenty-eight surgeries. I am in rehab now, but I am still not restored. There still is a hole in my belly (though unlike what you may expect, it does not hurt, actually). As a side effect of the pancreatitis, half of my large intestine had to be removed, so I have a stoma now (though it will be reconnected eventually). I still cannot stand or walk by myself. I will need to take digestion enzymes for the rest of my life, and I probably will turn diabetic as well eventually. I also miss my poor father more than ever.

So don't tell me that I do not know what suffering is.

And even if you try to claim that inceldom is a special, unique kind of suffering:
I, too, have suffered throughout my teenage years and my early twenties suffered from great sexual frustration and romantic hopelessness and the fear that no woman would ever want me, as well as self-loathing over my obesity and messiness.
Yet I was never tempted to succumb to darkness, nor did I ever turn into a misogynist. Eventually, the longing got so strong that I was forced to finally make my peace with it. And ever since that breakthrough, I feel so much better. Yes, I still lack the companionship, love and intimacy I long so strongly after, but the hope and confidence that I will eventually find the love of my life keeps me strong,

It's not a question of being "accepted into society"; it's "volcels" like you who oust yourselves FROM society.
The ones with the least dignity are you dolts, whining "women are disgusting and I want to fuck".

The corruption starts where the money and power is; in mostly all-male boardrooms. That's not to say that women aren't corrupted by power, just that there are more men subjected to that power, and thereby more men found with their hands in the honey-jar.

YOU have not experienced even a quarter of other people's suffering, dolt. You've had it relatively easy all your life, too. How long do you have to walk each day to get to clean water? How many of your children have you seen starve to death, with no food to give them? How often have you had to hide in bushes outside your school, risking being raped, using leaves, grass or rags to try to keep your nether regions relatively clean during menstruation? Or, simply not gone to school at all one week of the month, thereby missing out on a proper education? How many winter-months have you been homeless in a cold region? Have you ever made an effort for what is truly good; helping people, who live like this, get better lives?

Sensible people with normal economies know that it doesn't take much, through no fault of your own, to end up in what one hope is short-time poverty, which can then easily slid into long-time poverty and homelessness. Non-sensible people often end up voting conservative against their own interests, or turn even more lunatic and join with fascist/Nazi/white supremacy groups.

PC = public common decency

Whining in your mom's basement about hating all women and wanting sex makes you better than happy, beloved normal people leading pleasant productive lives?
The "normies" are not the ones living in delusion, dearie.

If sex is all you want, "volcels", why not befriend older women? Post-menopause women don't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore, some are divorced, some are widows, and just as some older men like to look at younger women, some older women like to look at younger men. Sure, you might not want to settle down for life with an older woman, but a fling or two, a couple of casual get-togethers, and that all-consuming fixation on sex-sex-sex might be gone. (No, I'm not describing myself, far from it.)

That is why normies will never understand your pain, and will refuse to acknowledge it, because then it invalidates their own good experiences, it shows them that it was all chance and not the norm. They didn't do anything to earn their good life, they where simply born into it.

Oh shut the fuck up. Nobody gifted me a girlfriend. I had to go out and meet them. And women aren't going to line up at your door demanding sex, either.

Most of these normies would be hateful human beings if they so much as experienced even a quarter of your suffering.

In the past I've got years without sex, but it never once made me hateful or blame all women.

They've had it relatively easy all their life

That's news to me.

The price you paid to get here might have been big, but I believe it makes you better than any of these lifeless normies that must live in delusion to get by.

It's far better than the delusion that the only reason you can't get a date is because every woman in the world has conspired to hate you. And I do have a life, with my wife & kids. I'm not "LDAR"-ing in my mother's basement because I have blue balls.

If sex is all you want, "volcels", why not befriend older women? Post-menopause women don't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore, some are divorced, some are widows, and just as some older men like to look at younger women, some older women like to look at younger men. Sure, you might not want to settle down for life with an older woman, but a fling or two, a couple of casual get-togethers, and that all-consuming fixation on sex-sex-sex might be gone. (No, I'm not describing myself, far from it.)

Because these are the same idiots who talk about sexual market value and how it drops off after a woman's in her mid-20's, and how they shouldn't have to settle for a sub-8 even though they hate women for only chasing after the 8+ "Chads." Plus I think most of them are probably still likely teenagers so there is kind of a creepy factor if they were to have sex with a woman old enough to be their mother. But yeah, most likely they would consider having sex with an older woman a "cope" or some shit like that.

Yes, I know that the -cels wouldn't actually do something as sensible as what I suggested. I know it's all about that imaginary SMV and that they think themselves deserving of a +8 fashion model, at least, though they themselves are barely +4, and blame all women (i.e. all +5, they don't even notice the others) for not throwing themselves at the whiny, misogynist creep lurking in the darkest corner.

@Dyz:
Before I ban you, I ask you to answer one question:
What did I do to deserve all this and more?
I give you one day. Of course, I do not expect a convicing argument, but perhaps there is entertainment to be had.

Tiny correction:
On Wednesday, I had stood freely for a few moments during ergotherapy. On Thursday (when I made the big carthetic post), I stood repeatedly for several minutes, and on Friday, the standing periods were even longer.

Excellent, Pharaoh! Keep up the good work, man, just don't overdo it now. You're really going to be getting to about the hardest part of recovery now, but it sounds like you're advancing pretty well so far.